Aye Carumba

I'm slightly hungover right now and sitting in the loudest Mexican restaurant ever with my parents and step brother. We're shoved in a booth that's too small for the four of us and I'm in the corner. There's a ceramic parrot hanging over my head and a loud one-man band (complete with blinking sunglasses) playing right behind us. Also, it's hot in here.

Debating whether or not to stab myself with a fork.

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